The Pre-teen Years

The Pre-teen Years

I’ll always have fond memories, of those youthful pre-teen days
playing hide and seek with friends, down streets and alleyways.
Computers, Facebook, mobile phones, was words we’d never heard
but we sure all knew what Twitter was, a noise made by a bird.

I looked forward to the weekends when the school days were all done
I’d meet up with my buddies, we’d mess around and have some fun
So, after early morning breakfast, I was impatient to be free
And mothers’ words on leaving, make sure you’re home for tea.

So, we all met up together, and took a walk up to the park
Where we tested all our boundaries, staying out till after dark.
Just where the hell have you been, mum said to me that night
I said, be home at teatime, you heard me say that right

Suffice to say the punishment, for my disobedient crime
I was grounded for the weekend, till I learned to tell the time
Now that may seem so trivial, to the kids brought up today
But to me, it was pure misery, not being allowed to go and play.

So, the most important thing I learnt, about my mother’s rule
Don’t try to get the best of her, as she wasn’t born a fool
Those rules are for a reason, they’ll help keep you safe and sound
And will help you as an adult, to face life’s battleground.